The cannon fodder of Quick Travel got what he wanted

Mu Qiaoyin was speechless. As far as she could remember, when Xue Wanwan didn't show up, Duanmu Yan was quite interested in her and even left her, the Saint of the Demon Cult, alone to drink for a while.

He even stretched out his claws to touch her hand. His original self admired the strong, and he worshipped and loved this powerful leader.

Duanmu Yan probably felt that the duck in his mouth would not fly away, so he did not eat it immediately.

Later, he met Xue Wanwan, a kind, simple, innocent and beautiful girl who embodied all of Duanmu Yan's fantasies about the moral character of his beloved. Especially, Xue Wanwan did not hate or fear her because of his identity as the leader of a cult.

This touched Duanmu Yan's heart, and after spending one night together, he fell deeply and irresistibly in love with Xue Wanwan.

She, the Holy Maiden of the Demon Cult, was kicked away. He no longer liked her and thought she was not as good as Xue Wanwan.

Duanmu Yan was injured this time because he was ambushed and suffered internal injuries while trying to snatch a piece of Tianhe grass.

Tianhecao has the effect of beautifying and nourishing the skin. Duanmu Yan is 27 years old and cares most about his face. When he heard about the effect of Tianhecao, he immediately went to grab it back.

As a result, instead of using the Tianhe grass herself, she gave it to Xue Wanwan as a coming-of-age gift.

Mu Qiaoyin narrowed her eyes. Since the leader had gone through so much hardship and was injured, she would use the Tianhe grass to prevent Duanmu Yan from getting it for free.

Duanmu Yan is worthy of being a member of the Demon Cult who likes to stir up trouble. He went out to wander before his injury healed, and then his identity was accidentally discovered by Tang Feng, the owner of Tianyang Sword Manor, who attacked him and seriously injured him.

This is how Duanmu Yan and Xue Wanwan met in the dilapidated temple and fell in love at first sight.

Mu Qiaoyin had just been thinking of taking advantage of his injury to kill him, but later he thought it better to let him die at the hands of Xue Wanwan and Tang Feng, and then use the excuse of avenging the leader to massacre people at Tianyang Sword Manor.

Tang Mingkun, the son of Tang Feng from Tianyang Sword Manor, is also Xue Wanwan's admirer and a real bootlicker.

Mu Qiaoyin's biological mother was betrayed and killed by Tang Mingkun's mother, and Mu's father never returned in order to seek revenge.

Therefore, Tianyang Sword Manor is her enemy, and the hatred for killing her father and mother is irreconcilable.

As soon as Mu Qiaoyin landed, a man in black clothes and a half-mask came over and said, "Saint, the leader is calling you."

Fu Chengyuan was the child adopted by Mu Die. He joined the Demon Sect and became her guardian, living to protect her.

In his previous life, Fu Chengyuan survived and had been looking for an opportunity to take revenge on Duanmu Yan. He even destroyed his own appearance to become an undercover agent. After being discovered poisoning, he became a drug tester and was tortured for five years before being poisoned to death.

"Yeah." Mu Qiaoyin looked Fu Chengyuan up and down. The latter lowered his head uncomfortably, not daring to look at Mu Qiaoyin.

Glancing at his slightly red ears, she was certain that this man had feelings for her.

Since it's just grass near your backyard, you might as well give it a try.

Fu Chengyuan didn't dare to breathe as he was stared at, fearing that the saint would discover his little thoughts. He looked at her back, a hint of affection flashing in his eyes.

Thinking of the leader's eyes, Fu Chengyuan let out a bitter smile. He closed his eyes, then opened them again, feeling clear-headed. He stood silently outside the house and guarded.

When Mu Qiaoyin met Duanmu Yan, she was impressed by his face, strong body and evil temperament. She really had the potential to be one of the concubines in the harem.

When Duanmu Yan saw Mu Qiaoyin coming, he stared at his naked chest with a hint of lust in his eyes.

The eighteen-year-old Mu Qiaoyin grew more and more beautiful, and her every move was full of charm, causing Duanmu Yan to lose his mind for a few seconds.

Thinking of his own internal injuries, a hint of anger emerged, suppressing his desire, Duanmu Yan leaned lazily: "In the next few days, you will handle all the affairs of the sect for me..."

Mu Qiaoyin replied with a cold face: "Yes."

She always had a cold attitude, but Duanmu Yan didn't care. She only showed a different expression when she was drinking. Duanmu Yan felt that Uncle Mu really had a good daughter. She was so beautiful. She deserved the title of the most beautiful woman in the world.

What the number one immortal in the world, it’s all bullshit.

Duanmu Yan was very normal before meeting Xue Wanwan. He was not at all like the love-crazed person who would destroy the Demon Cult later.

It doesn’t matter. When Duanmu Yan meets Xue Wanwan, he will no longer be normal, and then she will have no burden to take action.

When Mu Qiaoyin came out, Fu Chengyuan stood straight, as tall and straight as a young poplar that had never been damaged.

"Come with me." Mu Qiaoyin ordered him to follow him without saying a word.

Fu Chengyuan didn't understand, but he still followed Mu Qiaoyin obediently, two steps behind her.

But the more I walked, the more I felt something was wrong. Isn't this the saint's house?

After entering the Saint's room, Fu Chengyuan began to stiffen, as he had never been to a Saint's room before.

Only the leader had the honor of being allowed to enter, and other men always waited in the yard.

Fu Chengyuan's palms were sweating, his nose was filled with the unique fragrance of the saint, and his head began to feel dizzy.

"Saint...Saintess?" Fu Chengyuan spoke in a dry voice, with some stuttering.

Not getting a response, Fu Chengyuan stood there, not daring to move. Not only were his palms sweating, but he also began to panic uncontrollably.

Is nothing wrong with the Saint?

Why didn't you hear any movement?

Fu Chengyuan was a very honest child. Without the saint's permission, he would stay there like a nail, not daring to look around. He just kept his head down and stared at his boots.

After a while, he raised his eyes slightly and looked at the teacup on the table. Does the saint also like...blue teacups?

"Take off your outer robe and come in." Mu Qiaoyin almost couldn't hold back his laughter. No wonder he had been secretly in love with Fu Chengyuan but didn't dare to reveal his feelings. The hints were so obvious, but this idiot was still standing there in a daze. He should have just taken off his outer robe obediently.

Fu Chengyuan's heart skipped a beat. His mind tried to stop him from going in, but his body couldn't help but move forward.

The Saint is definitely not that kind of person, she likes the leader...

Soon, this idea was shattered in his mind. As soon as he entered, he took a glance and quickly lowered his head, starting to become a "phone-obsessed" person.

Fu Chengyuan has a solid physique and is strong and powerful. Looking at his well-defined abdominal muscles and strong and powerful arms, you can tell that he is also good in that aspect.

He really took off his outer robe as he said. Being stared at by the passionate gaze of the person he secretly loves, Fu Chengyuan felt extremely pressured. He clenched his fists and tried his best to restrain himself.

Emotions can be controlled, but physiological reactions cannot be controlled...

Mu Qiaoyin had no choice but to drag him by the arm and throw him onto the bed.

Fu Chengyuan, who was very powerful outside, is now like a powerless girl, being pressed on the bed and letting Mu Qiaoyin do whatever he wants.

The setting sun was shining. The two had been tossing and turning for most of the afternoon. In the evening, they were full of energy and did not look like a couple who had fought for more than a dozen rounds and were experiencing love for the first time.

Fu Chengyuan did not hesitate to express the love in his eyes. Although he didn't know what had happened, he would be satisfied as long as he could get a little bit of mercy from the saint.

"Duanmu Yan has fallen in love with someone else and no longer cares about the Demon Cult. I have decided to kill him and take over as the new leader of the Demon Cult. Are you willing to help me, A Yuan?" Mu Qiaoyin's slender fingertips circled the hair hanging from his chest, circling around and around, and said casually.